Her hair of fury, Her eyes of stone, She is forever alone. When you look into her eyes of rage, She is the last thing you will engage. Mythology may overtake, But who has lived to tell the story, Of Medusa,the woman with all the glory
I have tried many of times But the defeat is like eating sour limes. Why can I not conquer her. Now everything is just a blur. I have to be cured by a potion, I guess she has no emotion.
Elvis, King Of Rock From Jailhouse Rock to Hound Dog He is the Rock King
Areyonna, oh, Areyonna. Your skinny body, And your frail feelings You are sometimes very obnoxious, But when you make your featherbrained jokes, You always put a chesier cat grin on my face Areyonna, oh, Areyonna
FOODMA (free verse)
Rumble, Croak, Growl The stomachs’ roar with hunger. All starving, nothing to eat. The Great Depression has begun. No one to help. Nothing feed the hungry. Like broken twigs and the heels of the bread. Then she comes. Foodma. As she soars through the sky she helps tame the stomachs like lions. Shooting food out of her hands everyone is helped. Not a single left to starve. Now its over. The depression is gone.
BEST FRIENDS (concrete)